In the winter, there is a certain way of being cozy, of watching the world on rainy days that makes the greens brighter and the greys of weathered wood subtle and lovely.  Many people leave the island this time of year, for vibrant cities and sunny climes.  Sometimes I think this is my favorite season to really see this island.  There are ravens and windstorms and solitude.  The fire in the wood stove makes the house especially snug after a tramp down to the driftwood strewn beach.  And the smells of simmering squash soup and roast garlic fill the house.

There is much knitting and spinning and cookies to prepare for the holiday.  It is a good time of year.